The Aftermath
STOP!!
Suddenly, I found myself falling backward upon the grass, punched harshly in the ribs, my teeth ripped from Augustin’s neck. My head spun; my stomach churned; I could not think. My eyes wheeled as I rolled onto my side, clutching my hands to my abdomen and my aching ribs, the deplorable taste of blood still on my tongue, stickiness coating my throat. I could hardly breathe, and I choked, certain that I was about to throw up. I crawled away toward the stream, groaning, finally vomiting a geyser of blood, staining the ground red. My shaking fingers grasped at the grass as I expelled the entirety of Augustin’s blood, my stomach rebelling again and again, sending simultaneous waves of pain and sickness through my body.
I finally managed to fall at the edge of the stream
